A Lung Full of Spring

take the time to take my breath,
i will end where I began.
I will find the enemy within,
’cause I can feel it crawl beneath my skin

dear agony,
leave me alone.

 
there’s nothing left.
somewhere far beyond this world.
i feel nothing anymore.

Breaking Benjamin.
 

I would love to feel grass right now.
Nothing feels more right under a warm night of milky stars than that dry, cold grass squishing beneath your toes.
I pray for the summer nights I’ll be able to enjoy in my rocking chair on the porch in the untamed country.
 
end.
amanda